Shahabuddin Nagari

Pains Of Eighteen Lines - Poem by Shahabuddin Nagari

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Opening my eyes I see shroud of fog covers The green trees and wide open paddy fields, Like water hyacinth on the river, winter mists float, It covers the water and its colours. Condensed winter Kisses the multicolour wings of butterfly.Cool wind clings to the soil and Spreads the foggy mat over the thatched roof. Whereas stretching under the open sky My pains do not get any covering sheet And sweet-spoken words stand head high Like concrete pillars. Soil moves under the feet, But its strikingly enough that my pains stand Erect like naked woman in the cross-road Condensed mists dissolve and wash the feet of stone.